Yang An’s Killing Intent

Yang An's Killing Intent . . .

The resounding echoes of arrogance resounded like a thunderclap, shaking the very heavens and earth. In the midst of the crowd, two figures confronted each other, their standoff having long eclipsed the once-glorious banquet.

The impact of that singular strike had left an indelible mark on the minds of all who had witnessed it.

To clash head-on with an Immortal Foundation expert while still entrenched in the Celestial Phenomenon Realm? What an unparalleled spectacle this was!

Moreover, Qin Wentian hadn't yielded an inch. Although both combatants were forcibly pushed back by the staggering force of their collision, he remained unwavering. With just that one strike, he had carved out a space for his own arrogance.

Immortal Foundation experts, having successfully established their immortal foundations, wielded the might of law energy and channeled it into their immortal arts. Their strength was boundless, and ascending from the Celestial Phenomenon to immortality marked a qualitative transformation that left ascendants in the dust. No matter how exceptional one's prowess was within the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, they would be powerless against Immortal Foundation experts. In fact, Immortal Foundation experts could effortlessly obliterate ascendants. These two existences existed on entirely different planes.

This was a universally acknowledged fact, a fundamental principle in the realm of cultivation. Yet, at this very moment, Qin Wentian had shattered that principle, leaving everyone here astounded.

"His palm is simply extraordinary! His innate techniques seem to bear the essence of law energy, and this isn't merely a faint wisp. Take his Dragon Elephant technique, for instance—it brims with boundless might," the crowd pondered as they watched the manifestation of the God's Hand. What level of power did one need to challenge Immortal Foundation experts while still confined to the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?

"What kind of innate technique is that?" inquired Mu Feng, the Immortal Foundation expert, fixating his gaze on Qin Wentian's palms. Whether it was his palms or the colossal elephant-shaped innate technique he had unleashed earlier, both radiated profound terror. Such power could only be born from an extraordinarily potent innate technique or art.

Mu Feng hailed from a royal lineage within the empire, and his father held a lofty rank. With his remarkable talent, he had long solidified his position in the Immortal Foundation Realm. No one questioned his own prowess. How could he not be haughty? He had initially sought to reprimand Qin Wentian, compelling him to apologize and leave the empire. However, following that fateful exchange, Mu Feng found himself forcibly repelled by Qin Wentian, his dignity trampled upon, and his prestige tarnished.

"You aren't worthy of knowing," Qin Wentian retorted with a cold laugh. "If I attain the Immortal Foundation Realm, I won't even require innate techniques to dispatch you. To blame my innate techniques for your retreat—isn't that an affront to your own pride?"

"These folks have no shame. First, they send in ascendants, and when that fails, they unleash an Immortal Foundation expert. If that doesn't work, they'll probably start crying for their ancestors," Little Rascal chimed in with his childlike voice, delivering a direct slap to the faces of everyone present. It was evident that the entire banquet was aimed at Qin Wentian, but none of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivators could lay a finger on him. Hence, Immortal Foundation experts like the young man before them had no choice but to step in. Such a move was questionable at best, considering they were still within the royal palace.

"Qin, you should really rein in your little monster's foul mouth," remarked the Crown Prince of the Qi King Manor with a cold tone. They were all proverbially riding a tiger at the moment, and dismounting was no longer an option.

"Wow, how impressive!" Little Rascal's voice dripped with sarcasm as he continued, staring straight at Yang An. "Ranked #5 in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, and you seem to think Zi Daoyang is some sort of deity. You even consider yourself beneath him, assuming others should too. But let's face facts; Qin Wentian defeated the current Zi Daoyang, who had been cultivating for years in the City of Ancient Emperors after your departure. If I were you, I'd be utterly embarrassed by now."

"Little Rascal, perhaps you should spare a little dignity for these people. They might be utterly useless, but their noble lineage alone can crush you to bits," Qin Wentian advised as he patted Little Rascal's head. Evidently, he had little regard for the surrounding experts.

"Do you honestly believe you can take on an Immortal Foundation expert? Earlier, Brother Mu was simply toying with you. If you persist in your stubbornness, I'm afraid I'll have to demonstrate the true power of an Immortal Foundation," warned Yang An, his aura growing increasingly fearsome, radiating an astonishing Immortal might.

"Didn't you all plan to attack me together?" Qin Wentian chuckled derisively.

"You seem quite intent on overestimating your own abilities. Just one of us is sufficient," Mu Feng responded coldly, a savage power emanating from him. Resplendent light enveloped him as his Immortal Foundation emitted a resounding rumble. In the skies, Qin Wentian beheld a colossal constellation of a golden fist, so massive that it obscured the entire firmament.

No, this wasn't merely a constellation; it was a qualitative transformation—a true Immortal Constellation. They far surpassed any constellation an ascendant could conjure. The flowing fist-light resembled a meteor shower, releasing countless streams of runic brilliance that coalesced into meteoric fists infused with Immortal Law energy and unfathomable might.

"Once Immortals establish their Immortal Foundations, their constellations undergo evolution. The Immortal Foundation can directly command the evolved constellation, enabling them to absorb the Immortal energy it emanates. This gradually strengthens their Immortal Foundations, propelling their constellations towards the path of supreme laws," Qin Wentian explained as he gazed at the Immortal Constellation formed by his adversary, feeling the pure power it contained. This encounter with an Immortal Foundation expert promised to be quite an enlightening experience.

Mu Feng extended his hands, morphing his arms into a mirror image of his constellation, then melding them into a singular entity. This form made it easier for him to harness the immortal energy emanating from his constellation. Each punch he unleashed possessed the capacity to rend the very heavens asunder. Although he had yet to budge from his initial position, the immortal fist he hurled at Qin Wentian was already hurtling through the air. When an Immortal Foundation expert chose to act, their power was such that they could effortlessly decimate any living being within a hundred-mile radius by mere virtue of their presence.

Qin Wentian's aura surged with intensity. As he strode forward, the earth quaked in response, and he launched a retaliatory punch. His Suppression Divinity materialized behind him, amplifying the force of his strikes with an aura of supreme demonic might. The collision of their energies generated a cacophony of explosions, the aftershocks devastating everything in their proximity.

Mu Feng's countenance soured. His palms radiated an even more potent Immortal might as they surged forth in tandem. The light surrounding his body, a consequence of his Immortal Foundation, gleamed ever more brilliantly, forming a protective shroud around him as he channeled his formidable might into his fists. Every one of his punches possessed the potential to rock the very heavens, and nothing could withstand their force.

Qin Wentian activated the God's Hand on both palms simultaneously, marking his first instance of doing so. The effort drained an astronomical amount of energy. Were it not for his abundant Yuanfus and the vast reservoirs of astral energy within him, it would have been nigh impossible for him to endure such a fiercely contested battle. That said, his current power was nothing short of terrifying. Two palms imbued with the God's Hand collided head-on with an Immortal Foundation expert. The very fabric of space rent asunder, and the sky itself changed hue. Onlookers retreated hastily, increasingly confounded as they witnessed Qin Wentian locking horns with Mu Feng.

Qin Wentian's sheer might was overwhelming, and he exhibited impeccable control over his movements. His body seemed nigh indestructible, bathed in a divine radiance. His attacks could shake the very heavens and resist the Immortal might. Evidently, Qin Wentian's strikes also carried traces of Law energy. Given his remarkable talent, the comprehension of fundamental Laws was a given.

However, for Celestial Phenomenon Ascendants, the absorption of Immortal energy from their constellations remained an unattainable feat. Even those who had grasped the essence of Law energy were bound by this limitation. Their Immortal Foundation functioned as a reservoir from which they drew inexhaustible power, sustaining them through protracted battles. While Qin Wentian might be someone capable of defying the heavens, it was becoming increasingly evident that his victory would eventually elude him.

Nevertheless, Qin Wentian had already achieved a remarkable feat, one that he could take immense pride in. He had managed to stun the descendants of nobility gathered here, leaving them acutely aware of the gaping chasm that separated them from him.

The #1 ranker in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, the individual who had vanquished Zi Daoyang. There was no room for doubt anymore.

"Qin Wentian, have you exhausted all your trump cards?" Mu Feng questioned with a frosty tone, his relentless assault showing no sign of waning.

"You speak so arrogantly when your adversary is a mere Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant? You truly have my sympathies," Qin Wentian retorted with unbridled dominance. Their fierce clash continued, transitioning seamlessly from the earth into the skies.

"Oh, how embarrassing. I had expected Immortal Foundation experts to be far more formidable," Little Rascal chimed in, tilting his head with a sigh. Despite his adorable appearance, his words drew numerous icy glares. Clearly, the disdain for this creature knew no bounds.

"What do you intend to do?" Little Rascal locked eyes with the experts brimming with animosity, expanding his form. He continued, "If you wish to engage me in a fair contest, with equal cultivation levels, this baobao is prepared to face you pitiful losers at any time."

"Vile creature, your impertinence knows no bounds. Who would waste their time engaging you in fair combat? I arranged this banquet, and yet you devoured all the demonic beasts. Given the circumstances, you shall forfeit your life as recompense," Yang An declared, his eyes radiating a chilling intent as he stepped forward.

"Using Immortal Foundation experts to intimidate Ascendants once more?" Little Rascal morphed back into a golden-winged roc, soaring into the skies while fixing a sharp gaze on Yang An.

Yang An's glare harbored a terrifying malevolence. His pursuit of Qing'er had been unrelenting, but he had invited Qin Wentian to this banquet with the intention of compelling him to concede his unworthiness and voluntarily withdraw. Yet, Qin Wentian had wreaked havoc at the gathering, and no one possessed the strength to quell him. He was so formidable that he could even exchange blows with an Immortal Foundation expert. What did this make Yang An, the #5 ranked individual in the Immortal Ascension Rankings? He had been relegated to the sidelines like an inconsequential figure, igniting an intense resentment within him.

In the midst of the grandeur and intrigue of the Royal Palace, a drama was unfolding that had everyone present on the edge of their seats. It all revolved around a love triangle that was as complicated as it was thrilling.

Qin Wentian, a man whose extraordinary talents had been on full display, had captured the heart of none other than the beautiful and enigmatic Qing'er. Their connection was undeniable, and it left no room for doubt—Qin Wentian was the man who had won her heart. But there was a formidable obstacle in the form of Yang An, a man of intellect and cunning. Yang An couldn't ignore the fact that Qin Wentian, despite his claims of humble origins, possessed some formidable support that had allowed him entry into the illustrious City of Ancient Emperors, a place reserved for the most elite of the Evergreen Immortal Empire.

Amidst the opulence of the Royal Palace, where immortal kings and emperors congregated like the stars in the night sky, being an ordinary immortal king or emperor hardly carried any weight. Thus, it came as no surprise that Qin Wentian had chosen to keep his powerful backer shrouded in mystery. It was a prudent decision given the circumstances.

With Qin Wentian's extraordinary talents, it was only a matter of time before he found another influential patron once he stepped into the realm of the immortal foundation. This realization filled Yang An with jealousy and frustration. Had fate truly conspired against him, preventing any chance of a future with Princess Qing'er? Regardless of the odds stacked against him, Yang An was determined to make Qin Wentian pay for the humiliation he had endured.

As tensions escalated, a sudden turn of events injected a touch of humor into the situation. Little Rascal, a seemingly inconspicuous figure, suddenly morphed into a golden streak of lightning, streaking through the air with a comical sense of urgency. It was evident that Yang An's intentions were far from benevolent, and the nimble Little Rascal wisely decided that discretion was the better part of valor.

However, Yang An was not one to be trifled with. He exuded an aura of immortal might and unleashed the power of his formidable law energy, moving with the swiftness of a gale. His pursuit of Little Rascal led to a climactic clash that shook the very foundations of the Royal Palace.

A deafening BOOM echoed through the air as an immense tornado, born of immortal energy, enveloped the entire area. Within this tempestuous maelstrom, Little Rascal found himself forcibly halted, ensnared by the formidable might of Yang An's immortal law energy. It was an awe-inspiring display of power, one that could rend anything in its path.

Yang An's talent shone brightly, outshining even the renowned Mu Feng, despite his recent entry into the realm of the immortal foundation. His strength was nothing short of remarkable.

In the face of impending doom, Little Rascal displayed unexpected resilience. Bathed in a protective golden light, he defied the onslaught of wind blades conjured by Yang An's law energy. As if taunting his adversary, Little Rascal spiraled with increasing frenzy, ascending into the heavens, transforming into a dazzling, golden tempest capable of tearing through anything that dared to challenge it.

Yang An's eyes gleamed with cold determination, his intent to eliminate this "vile beast" becoming increasingly evident. Today, there would be no escape for Little Rascal, no matter the cost. The stage was set for a showdown of epic proportions, where love, jealousy, and power clashed in a whirlwind of drama and excitement.